Musing

Jeffrey Dahmer, Harvey Weinstein, and me.

Smoking is really fucking complicated.

Writing a sex blog as a dominant man can be lonely. Sure, I have lots of sex, and have made good friends through this, but still. I think I’m unique, and I would prefer not to be.

Americans have unrealistic expectations with respect to healthcare. And, I like sex.

A few things I’ve been thinking about, meaning to write more about, but haven’t gotten around to devoting significant time to think/write about.

My reactions to external circumstances show me, barometrically, my internal state.

A list of things I crave.

Thirty minutes of meditation, described.

I want something. And something I don’t.

No amount of companionship touches it. It’s not a lack; it’s a disability.